Pain.
Pain so grand her heart stopped beating.
She died. She died, and so did millions of lights in the sky.
Pain shattered her body as it had once shattered her mind, and there was no piecing it together. Finally, everything was torn asunder. Everything reduced to ash.
Pain. Pain so great she had never been able to bear it. She would never be able. Pain so great she had invited more pain in to wreck her so completely, so thoroughly that nothing would remain.
So she was reduced to ash, and blown on a wind toward the darkness she'd been yearning for.
Only that pain, she was not alone in it.
Because screaming, clawing at her stretcher even when nurses tried to pull her away, her mother felt the rippling of it. Her baby, her world, eclipsed. Clawing at her own body when the nurses finally succeeded, she remembered what one of them had told her when her baby was born.
A bundle of joy and warmth to fight this storm we're having!
It was a cold night. The coldest in years. But no night could be as cold as this one.
The moment her heart stopped, pain rippled through her father in a strange manifestation: panic. He had never felt things like others, he had never understood loss or grieving. And so as his wife sank to the floor, clawing at herself, he only stood there, before a problem he could not fix. Before a daughter he could not piece back together. And it never crossed his mind how much he had shattered her himself.
He could never understand. But he felt it. He felt it even if she'd never believe it.
Pain. Pain so tremendous it rose like a dark, titan wave, crashing down on her.
They felt it, as well.
And on a familiar street, standing on a familiar porch, a boy felt it, too. He suddenly stopped breathing, eyes ripping open from his slumber. He awoke on the wood, where he had fallen asleep waiting for a girl who would never come out. He had fallen asleep, before he could see her being hauled into a car and rushed away, towards the hospital.
But he woke up now, and he felt it. Like a shadow of that wave, crashing down. Onto his bare, raw soul. Still raw from his own pain.
He felt it, and could not sleep afterward, his secretly bleeding heart gripped by a vise. He only continued to throw rocks, until dawn.
Until that ash on the wind was ripped back into her body.
Until her heartbeat started anew.
And when Kingsley opened her eyes, the pain was only getting started.
No stars dwelled in the sky when she was born again. No, they had all fallen.
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Asunder
Teen Fiction"Promise me. Promise me you'll never beg someone to stay when they're already gone." Tangled up a million knots, Kingsley has lost faith in happiness. Her heavy heart struggles to continue to beat, and she is slowing down. It seems to her that the w...
